When radical maneuvers like this one happen, I remember why I skateboard. Frank barged across this mosaic fountain like he was 9 years old - pure freedom and happiness right there. That shut down our Houston street skating adventure on Friday evening.

We rolled out of Texas on Sunday morning after the contest and had to stop on the side of the interstate because of a bubble in one of our tires. Impromptu flatground session in the middle of nowhere? Check.